Hmmm. Yes, yes. That looks like a lovely branch of eucalyptus. Buuut, it does seem to be a bit far away from this comfortable place. Why do the yummier leaves always live in sunny spots when I prefer the shady spots, where it remains *cool*? Oh, photosynthesis, why cannot you make tasty leaves over here, closer to me, a very, most never-lazy koala. Would a case of caducity convince you to alter the laws of nature to my favour? No? Well, How about some metathesis? You transpose those shrivelled leaves to be by my paws. No, no, no. You do not transpose *me*. Cola? Thanks, but I refrain from saccharine beverages–it is ko-a-la, *not* ko-la. Thank you very much. No, no, NO!!! I do not want to be transferred to a hypolimnion! It is ‘metathesis’, not ‘met a sea fish’! And, seas are not lakes and I cannot breathe under water and I do not enjoy gelid temperatures! *You* are supposed to convince that yummy bunch to come over *here*. What do you mean? It is not your job? You are just a process of science? Well, then I will just have Mr. Kookaburra help me since he does not process science and I am sure he would like a break from Mrs. Kookaburra and their triple-yolker. *sighs* It is not easy being grey. If adorability cannot convince the world to revolve around the self, what is the point? *yaaawn* Nap time–after snack time. Where is that kooky bird??? ; )